Updated: May 7, 2019
When I grow up,
I wish to be
a child.
Who cannot be bothered
by taxes or even death.
And who can only be found
underneath an apple tree
watching the leaves in all their glory
while whispering to themselves unawaredly,
the oldest question:
“Why?”
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